We're both in the black prism choking on the fumes.
The reality is strangling us as the noises in my head resume.
I see images on the wall as they slowly form into showing me the girl I once was.
Whenever you turned your back on me the reason came with a "but"or an "only because."
But it's too late to forgive now.
The doors are all locked and I don't know where to escape, or how.
The walls are crumbling and quickly caving in.
My ears are going numb from the horrible din.
Back then I was dreading the day I would have to say goodbye.
But now, when I'm not with you my eyes at least have time to dry.
